[BEING REWRITTEN] "I will wait. I will wait all of the ages this world has to offer if it means I will be able to see your face once more." Long ago, a jewel was stolen from the Elven King. A jewel in a ring which his life was bound to. When the king falls dreadfully sick, the jewel is the only way to save him. Word spreads that the Elven King is dying. Even to a girl onboard a pirate ship, carrying that very jewel in her pocket. Irithiel spent her whole life on a ship. Though her people were dark of heart, she was not. When she hears the Elven King is dying and the ring she carries in her bag is the only way for him to recover, she leaves all that she has ever known to help him. Will she make it in time? Will they trust her? What lies for her upon entering the Woodland Realm. -I DO NOT OWN LOTR OR TH. ONLY OWN THE FEW CHARACTERS I MAKE UP AND THIS STORYLINE-